I'm fourteen years in the making, and finally beginning to find myself. I'm a living contradiction. I'm guarded, outgoing, quite, compassionate, lost, confident, logical and irrational. I'm not perfect, in the off-chance that you needed reminding anyway. Despite everything, in the end, I am human. What else can you expect really? I find beauty in the worlds shortcomings, and love the potential in reality. Take a picture, dollface, I'm growing up.